This is a better than usual Woody Woodpecker from director Don Patterson as Woody and the buzzard -- playing lumberjacks somewhere or other -- go at each other, starting with a good slapstick over flapjacks -- Woody never had enough to eat -- and escalating, in best cartoon fashion, to dynamite.
Given Patterson's usual lackluster indifference to weapons of mass destruction, I attribute the majority of the brightness of this short to writer Homer Brightman, who seems to have a hand in the better Woody Woodpeckers of the mid-fifties. Also, the backgrounding on this is less simplistic than on some of the others issued the same year. That always helps.
Why was Wally Walrus relegated to five seconds of screen time and one gag as the cook? Equal time for walruses!
Given Patterson's usual lackluster indifference to weapons of mass destruction, I attribute the majority of the brightness of this short to writer Homer Brightman, who seems to have a hand in the better Woody Woodpeckers of the mid-fifties. Also, the backgrounding on this is less simplistic than on some of the others issued the same year. That always helps.
Why was Wally Walrus relegated to five seconds of screen time and one gag as the cook? Equal time for walruses!